Porthos grins because he knows what comes next and he loves what comes next. He's a bit envious of what Athos is about to experience, if he didn't get it himself every single day on a near steady basis, given that Aramis has a habit of doing this after yoga with him. "How long has it been, lapin?" he murmurs, slow and heavy. "Aramis, how long do you reckon, since a man of your handsome nature was where you are now?"